Whimsley

Madam Lilith School for Supernatural

@Lord Hailstorm

Mathigyle

First two bright orbs, and then a set of teeth. They floated in the darkness for a moment, a nearby candle only illuminating what appeared to be a faint, grey outline. Then, the rest of his ghastly form appeared before you, as if spontaneously, separate from the ghoulish maw you saw before. Were it beast or man? The undead smiled at you wolfishly, but were you sheep? His short, crooked arms managed to creak and motion side to side. It was waving at you. Unsettlingly so, but a greeting nonetheless.

"Hm, yes, hello, late but very well." Mathigyle mumbled and tumbled through his robes, searching for something. He unveiled an usually large, rustic key: you'd believe it to be for a castle or some sort of ancient treasure gate. "I am to give out the men's keys. Down the left hall, three quarters of the way up the spire. I believe your roommate is in..." The lich looked about, that ghoulish smile still upon his face. "For now..." His gaze turned back to you. His demeanor was odd at best, and you honestly couldn't get a read for how friendly this unusual greeting was. "Please, do consider Alchemicals 101 as an introductory course. It, uh, will be worth your while. Hm. Yes," Mathigyle mumbled to himself, gently placing the freezing key in your hands. Yes, hadn't it gotten suddenly more chilling in the air? Mathigyle shuffled away, his dark grey robes coalescing with the darkness. "Oh, and do stay away from that darkness." Mathigyle waves a withered arm behind him as it vanished before you. You were alone again, or so you believed, key in hand to do whatever you wished. Much warmer now, how nice. How comforting.

Here We Go Adventuring!

I'm also for the inn.

Rings of Fate

@Letter Bee

Krunk Fortress

_{The gang, minus one}

Zerraf strode beside of Alexander and squatted down, left elbow resting on his left knee, right knee unoccupied. Alexander took the bowling ball strike head on and was pancaked, but took the hit better than most. "Ho-oh. I don't think that worked." Zerraf's glazed eyes were dead set on the cannon. He offered an open hand to help up the fallen Sun Mage without breaking eye contact, just after the beam of light was cast. "Let's give it one more try, then," the wind mage said with a strain in his voice. Fighting Krunklets, or anything for that matter, was a bother. So why was he still there?

@Jensoman

Zerraf looked to the newcomer with a daze, blinking slowly, likely a yawn within the mix. He covered his gaping maw before brushing off his shoulder with his left hand. Good, someone else to take burden away. "Please," Zerraf said as if it were a final request before bed. The man with the fiery hammer stood stalwart at the front of them, and Zerraf raised a white eyebrow. He looked up, down, to the group, lazily, as a pendulum. The red mage walked beside of Jenso, sheathing his rapier. "Yo-oy yo. Hammer man. Do you want to be over there?" Zerraf pointed to the cannon nearest water, drooping finger slowly waning.

If any spontaneous attacks occurred, Zerraf would manipulate currents about the Krunklet projectiles and attempt to redirect them either towards Jenso or anywhere away from the group. Toward the Krunk Fortress, if possible.

Madam Lilith School for Supernatural

@dragonmancer

Mathigyle

Mathigyle, with his toothiest grin, shook his head quite hurriedly for his age. Who had snuck into the halls past curfew? No matter. Madam Lilith had given the lich a number of keys for the male dorms, and he kept it in a hidden satchel somewhere in the burrow of his robes. Mathigyle appeared to pull out what appeared to be an ancient, rustic key, it appeared simple, but large enough that it had to be carried with some consideration. "Your room, down this left hallway and exactly halfway up the spire. Your roommate appears to be out at the moment..." The lich craned his neck again, as if listening, no, feeling. Mathigyle placed the key firmly in the drakken's hands, and patted him on the side of his arm. "Ah, hm, I'll be off now. Good night. Consider my class, if you would." The lich turned and began shuffling away. Back still turned, he exclaimed, "Ah! And do stay away from that darkness now."

@Overlord24

Every step into the dark hallway seemed to be another attempt at finding the edge of a cliff. There were no torches, scarce candlelight, it was simply and unusually... dark. You took one step too far, and a cold chill began at your spine, to your face, now your arms... were you frozen in actuality or fear? Or both? A disembodied voice, from the darkness: "...Turn back..."

Madam Lilith School for Supernatural

Going through the sheets, then, I believe Fafnir is rooming with Avarice.

Madam Lilith School for Supernatural

@WizardGirl I'm a teacher, I'm wondering for students how to assign a room. I'll just make something up.

Scattered Shades: Arcadia Chronicles

Arcadia

_{Southern Gate}

Drama Knife was his name, duly noted. Jäger took a mental note as he saluted to Haley and Jonathan in respect, even if they did not outrank him. Feet closed together and metal gauntlet slamming into his chest. "We'll rendezvous rapidly," Jäger would retort, fully aware of the world of marks they would be in given Sydney was displeased. Quick to the ATV, spick and span. Gauntlets shined and holy tome secured. Jäger saw to it that no stragglers lingered about at the South Gate before heading over to the ATVs himself. Minimal collateral, at all costs. Duty was discipline. Discipline was strength.

Z-ATV-1: Head of the action, first in the fray. More impressive in person. Jäger was a termite that stood beside an elephant. Jäger stared up at the behemoth of a mechanism, mental fortitude only keeping his jaw from dropping. It was magnificent. Jäger's entire home temple in Saiga could fit inside of this metallic beast. If it were this impressive sessile, Jäger contemplated the possibilities of what it was capable of when moving and in combat. He would have to ask a machinist, if they weren't busy. Jäger shook his head. He needed to focus: this mission was the greatest he'd been sent on in the CMAS. Leaving the city was a privilege and an honor; he would do his affiliation proud. Taking a deep breath in, the lightning monk tread carefully onto the loading platform into the maw of the mechanical monster.

Rings of Fate

@Letter Bee

If anything, his apathy will be what prevents him from following a plan. He is perfectly capable of following a plan if he chooses to do so.

Pokemon: Rise of the Rebellion

Indigo Samson

They'd catch the Regime by dusk now; don't sleep on an underdog. Walking in the pale of moonlight, Indigo and his Nidoran♂ traversed the countryside towards NYC, where advanced Regime activity was being reported in across the country. They had trained for long enough, and now it was time to hit them where it hurt. Attacking such a major encampment required a major force, but Indigo had lost contact with any rebel forces long ago. He'd have to do it himself. Indigo walked poised, light of feet, heel to toe. Sticks did not break underfoot, but it was impossible to eliminate all noise when wearing dress shoes. He didn't need anything for hiding, as the darkness was their camouflage. Nidoran♂ would stride much like Indigo, however he was in his pokéball at the moment. No need for extra sound.

Their journey led them to some particularly heavy shrubbery. Indigo wade through the green sea of twigs and leaves as best he could, but it was impossible to not be heard within a hundred yards or so. He was making too much noise, hell, the Regime could be closing in on him now. Paranoia set in and Indigo decided to sit still for a moment to dissuade anyone that might be listening. Just in case, he gripped his pokéball tightly, teeth grit and eyes darting about the dim forest. There were only rare beams of light, but he still had to worry about being sniffed out.

Rings of Fate

@tex @Letter Bee

Don't you worry about Zerraf; nothing a little tomfoolery and magic can't handle.

By functional, do you mean able to sanely have conversation and interact normally? Yes. I wouldn't go so far as to call it insane, but there is a mental divide there.